Delivered
Track 7 - May 2 , 2025 2:07 PM
I used to check my phone

like it was a promise

one that might arrive

if I just waited long enough.


She filled the silence

between buzzes.

The name I searched for

when the screen lit up.


Three dots

meant everything 

but no message more

than almost.


One day, I checked my phone

and didn’t look for her name

because the waiting

had quietly expired.


I don’t remember when it happened.

Only that it did.


Delivered.

Now, finally

a memory.